(ER105) The Importance of Birds – Untitled 17th June

It is easy to forget the truly important things in life, and we should be very thankful to the artists who remind us. The flight of the white crane, and it’s circular placement of fish on the beaches where which you may find their nests, the beautiful cry of the toucan, the shrill shriek of the parrot, the mighty wingspan of the graceful condor, and the vastness of the deep sea albatross. Perhaps to call such miraculous beasts important would be arbitrary in principle, but the beauty of such creatures is difficult to overlook. If what we are looking for is poetic inspiration, then the beasties of nature are indispensably vital, and think of the metaphors which birds present to all those with the poetic spark! In this sense, they are incredibly important, and how can we best remember this? Well, perhaps an ear puncturing onslaught of hissing tones which do not falter, change drastically, or forgive will do the trick. Maybe such difficult to endure creations as this effluvia presented here today will not exactly inspire the many, but there are a select few of us who will find this piece of harsh minimalism the perfect soundtrack for our woolgatherings of the aviary and ornithological.

Alfred Stevens - Moonlit seascape Album: Untitled June 17th

Artist: The Importance of Birds

Bitrate: 320 kbps

Genre: Minimalism, Harsh Noise



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Emanate the residue, my friends. All foundations have dismantled. The veils have all lifted. The stench of rot is in the air. Breathe in the aroma deeply, my friends. You, a fellow secreter of radiance and soul. Let us dissolve reality and float about in the primordial world where everything imaginable comes to pass. Come, transcend the mud by digging into it. My friends, let us bask in the effluvia of it all!






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